65 Roses Condition Novels & Stories

“Now?” Krister took his time to look at Rojean altogether and to say he was speechless was an understatement. It was only when Rojean snapped her fingers in front of him did he go back to reality. “Yeah, yeah. That will be fine. You look beautiful by the way, you really look like her. We’ll be sure you can pull her off. And oh by the way, wear her mask.”

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

But then he exhaled heavily and said, “Don't you ever offer me that option. There will be no one else but you standing at the altar with me. Okay? And what is wrong with marrying in five days, Rosie? I will sign all your conditions. What makes it any different if we get married in five days or in a month?” Rosa took a quiet breath, her heart pounding loudly against her ribs. She was terrified to place her final condition before this dangerous man. Even though she knew by now that he would never physically harm her, his aura was still so intimidating that it made her nervous. “Because it’s my wedding, and I get to decide when I get married,” she declared, forcing confidence into her voice.

String lights cascaded above them, adding to the enchantment. Her gaze drifted downward, and her breath caught. The ground was a carpet of roses—red, white, and pink—arranged in a heart-shaped pattern so intricate it seemed almost unreal. Among the petals, candles flickered softly, their golden glow illuminating the arrangement with an ethereal warmth.

The roses in my hands smell divine, so fresh they seem like they were picked only moments ago. Is it Maverick? But why? A white label tied around the stems catches my attention. On the small paper card, written in neat handwriting, I can read: “Roses for the most beautiful woman in the world. ,Maverick.” Scar’s husband walks between us at that moment, placing a heavy-looking box on one of the new tables. Turning around, he says: “You know, roses can be given to someone you owe forgiveness to. These ones in particular are known to ask forgiveness from a loved one.”

Prince Adam looked surprised. He glanced at the rose with a puzzled gaze. His eyes shifted to me. "Are you giving a beast a rose?" he asked, his voice cold as if it was offensive. I sighed, giving him a nod. "If you keep calling yourself a beast, then what to say? Rose is a sign of purity. The scent of fresh roses can heal the inner stress. It is good for the mind and will give a peaceful sleep." He didn't take it. I thought he didn't like roses, so I moved my hand while saying,

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Rose said, leaning her face in her hand. Frowning, I asked her what did she say. I wasn’t sure I was hearing her correctly. “I said under three conditions, and I accept being your mate,” Rose said, sighing again. “What are they?” I said, moving and grabbing her hands again. Smiling, Rose stares at me. “Ok, my conditions are… My people move here, just the one I need, not my clan. My clan stops being rogue and becomes, from the kingdom, an equal. And lastly, you stop being a king,” Rose explained.

|| Narrator’s Pov || “These just came in this morning, miss. Fresh from the garden. We’ve got red roses, whites, yellows, pinks, lilies, mixed, anything you’d like.” the shop owner said while spraying water over the fresh petals. Rosa’s numb eyes drifted over the vibrant display before her lips parted faintly. “White.” The shop owner smiled at the pale girl. “Roses? Lilies or–” “Anything.” Rosa whispered faintly.